Spring haiku, year deux

Spring, time to create
Renew faith in life, rebirth
And all its promise

Spring, time to believe
In the miracles, inhale
Perfume of life’s blooms

Spring, time to unfold
Choices, possibilities
One for each raindrop

Spring’s light, and shadows
Fall on some for the last time
Make way for the next

Earth and seasons turn
Plot gardens, burial plots
Cycles none escape

Baby grass springs new
Demands drink — dew, showers, tears
Nature’s thirst cares not

Spring haiku, redux

From March 20, 2011

The first day of Spring
Daffodils and crocuses
Say it’s bloomin’ time

Spring has sprung today
And that’s nothing to sneeze at
Or maybe it is

The first day of Spring
Soon the bees will be saying:
“Hey buds! Let’s party!”

Spring has sprung today
And April showers will bring
May crabgrass, you’ll see

The bunnies of spring
Are hoppin’, so their babies
Can’t be far behind

“Vernal equinox”
I think that’s the Latin for
“The back yard’s flooded”

Haiku saving time

Don’t forget to switch your clocks tonight. And these are followed on the blog by re-posts from June 21st, the day with the most daylight, and with a nighttime suite I wrote back in February about things that happen, however cliched, in the wee small hours.

Spring forward, fall back
Big deal! I do that most days
Turning off alarm

1895
Bright idea first came to
George Vernon Hudson

Entmologist,
Astronomer bugged by waste
Of all that daylight

Lived in New Zealand
So there was one huge problem:
Sheep didn’t get it

William Willett golfed,
Had same thought, 1905,
To extend tee times

Germans made the switch
1916 to save coal
During World War I

Brits then the U.S.
Followed, pretty soon nations
All around tried it

Farmers don’t dig it
But sporting goods stores sure do
Maybe it’s a wash

I love the daylight
But the nighttime’s the right time
For some things, nudge, nudge

So, if I post this
1:15 a.m., will you
Get to read it twice?

Spring forward, fall back
We’re fooling Mother Nature!
No, fooling ourselves

The light that matters
It shines 24/7
In your heart, your eyes

Mmm, leftovers

Most days I’ll try to post something from the past, until pretty much everything is available on this site. Having ushered in fall (today’s original post is right below this one), let’s recall the coming of March, and spring.

March 1

Checked my shopping list
All out of February
Won’t be buying more

Come in like lion
Go out like lamb; so who writes
All this stuff? Noah?

Soldier’s calendar
Gets really monotonous
It’s always March First

No, I take that back
With prosaic drill sergeant
It can be “March Forth!”

“The March Hare will be
“Much the most interesting,”
Or so says Alice

Will the March Hare bring
Some relative sanity
To the Tea Party?

The Hatter and Hare
Tell us it’s always Tea Time
Do they back Palin?

Besides looking glass
We have to go through some hoops
For our March Madness

March 20

The first day of Spring
Daffodils and crocuses
Say it’s bloomin’ time

Spring has sprung today
And that’s nothing to sneeze at
Or maybe it is

The first day of Spring
Soon the bees will be saying:
“Hey buds! Let’s party!”

Spring has sprung today
And April showers will bring
May crabgrass, you’ll see

The bunnies of spring
Are hoppin’, so their babies
Can’t be far behind

“Vernal equinox”
I think that’s the Latin for
“The back yard’s flooded”